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rainbowfic2015-08-02 12:23 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-02 12:23 pm
Entry tags:
Baby Pink 20
Name: starphotographs
Story: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nl8dnnpKsj1u4fqkro1_540.png.html)
Characters: Corwin (POV), Martin, Spenser
Colors: Baby Pink 20 (Well, that's two and a half hours of my life I'll never get back.)
Word Count: 280
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: A high-stakes game.
Note: …I don’t even know. XD
“The heck are you guys doing?”
I mean, they were obviously playing cards, but I knew there was probably more to it than that. For one thing, they kept hitting each other. And it seemed a little intense in general. Martin didn’t even look up to answer me.
“Playing Solitaire. Spenser found that thing at the thrift store, and I wanted it, so we decided it goes to whoever wins.”
He pointed at the thing sitting between them on the coffee table. It was a statue of some kind of skeleton monster, and it looked like it was sculpted by a ten year old. There were plastic rhinestones jammed in the eye sockets, and they didn’t even match. I‘d seen it, but quickly decided not to question its presence. I assumed it was just presiding over the game or something.
“…How do you beat someone at Solitaire?”
Spenser didn’t bother to look up, either.
“The winner is whoever wins three rounds first. Also, whoever doesn’t move a card during their turn gets slapped in the face.”
Martin pored over the deck fruitlessly, then looked annoyed.
“It’s gonna happen now, if you want a demonstration.”
Spenser reached over and smacked him. Then looked at his own deck, grinned manically, and put the last card on one of the piles.
“Eat shit, motherfucker!”
He grabbed the statue off the table, then marched off to his room. Martin went tearing after him.
“No way, no how! We’re having a rematch tomorrow! I didn’t let you smack me around for two hours to not end up with the goddamn skeleton! This isn’t over!”
Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t be over for a good, long time.
starphotographsStory: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nl8dnnpKsj1u4fqkro1_540.png.html)
Characters: Corwin (POV), Martin, Spenser
Colors: Baby Pink 20 (Well, that's two and a half hours of my life I'll never get back.)
Word Count: 280
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: A high-stakes game.
Note: …I don’t even know. XD
“The heck are you guys doing?”
I mean, they were obviously playing cards, but I knew there was probably more to it than that. For one thing, they kept hitting each other. And it seemed a little intense in general. Martin didn’t even look up to answer me.
“Playing Solitaire. Spenser found that thing at the thrift store, and I wanted it, so we decided it goes to whoever wins.”
He pointed at the thing sitting between them on the coffee table. It was a statue of some kind of skeleton monster, and it looked like it was sculpted by a ten year old. There were plastic rhinestones jammed in the eye sockets, and they didn’t even match. I‘d seen it, but quickly decided not to question its presence. I assumed it was just presiding over the game or something.
“…How do you beat someone at Solitaire?”
Spenser didn’t bother to look up, either.
“The winner is whoever wins three rounds first. Also, whoever doesn’t move a card during their turn gets slapped in the face.”
Martin pored over the deck fruitlessly, then looked annoyed.
“It’s gonna happen now, if you want a demonstration.”
Spenser reached over and smacked him. Then looked at his own deck, grinned manically, and put the last card on one of the piles.
“Eat shit, motherfucker!”
He grabbed the statue off the table, then marched off to his room. Martin went tearing after him.
“No way, no how! We’re having a rematch tomorrow! I didn’t let you smack me around for two hours to not end up with the goddamn skeleton! This isn’t over!”
Somehow, I knew it wouldn’t be over for a good, long time.